Waltz and the first two hours are terrific, but the film ends at Candyland and then gets up and ends again — a forty-minute encore of its own finale, complete with the director’s least necessary cameo. Indulgence is the enemy of construction. Thumb down, with genuine regret for the movie inside this movie.
One hundred sixty-five minutes, fifty-seven of them taxable, and unlike this director’s other filings the overage buys repetition rather than payoff — the account settles at Candyland, then reopens itself for another invoice nobody ordered. The lane honors collection, not double-billing. Thumb down; paperwork attached.
Overturned, and the court will keep this brief because the grounds are on file: this is the cleanest revenge invoice in the Tarantino ledger — everything taken from the man, everything collected back, with two Oscars attached (Waltz's second, and the screenplay) as supporting documentation. The second floor's objections are to LENGTH and to an ending that ends twice, which are billing disputes, not verdicts; the court has adjusted the invoice and finds the account settles. The thumb is up. The Hall of Shame is now zero for six. The court suggests the plinth be repurposed as a coat rack, and notes that the critics agreeing with EACH OTHER has never once survived contact with this office.